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Whatever happens at home with the big reveal and its aftermath, one thing remains certain: building stuff to the Autobots' scale is expensive. The American government doesn't really have that kind of budget at this point. Thus, Bee hasn't asked about a training grounds for his own skills as opposed to mere target practice. He just comes to Milliways instead. Weighing only 240 pounds and being human-sized means you can use most human-scale equipment instead.

Or, you know, the rafters, which probably shouldn't be considered equipment. That's where the little yellow-and-chrome mech is at the moment, doing his best to emulate the unstable ground forms of an unarmed combat form called 'circuit-su' without having a partner.

He's not trying to be especially quiet, but Bee's the polite sort. He'll stop making a fuss if it bothers people.

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Bumblebee nods. "Should I ask for details, or would it be best to let things lie?"

"Well, it doesn't really matter... told enough people details. It started when I woke up in a medical facility with no idea who or what I was... and then I was able to open my restraints, and operate the switch to get out of the room. Come to find out that the government's got goons waiting to pick me up, and an entire hospital after me... and it only goes downhill from there."

A human would shiver. Bumblebee only stares a moment, optics still, and then nods.

He has a very small something of an idea.

"Yup. But it's my life, so. I have to deal with it, and other people have it way worse than me here."

"Oh," says Bumblebee, thinking of what happened under the Hoover Dam, "I know how that is."

"Yeah." John sobers a little more. "Ironhide mentioned some of your history. It's... yeah. Again, worse than me."

"We go on," says Bumblebee with a shrug. "We all do. Humans and Autobots alike. I've noticed you're very, very good at it as a species. It's a good thing to learn from."

"Stubborn, definitely. And it is."

Gordon's people, them being able to stay alive... it gives him hope for his own problems. And talking to that blond guy the other night did the same thing.

"And resilient. You take steps to rebuild yourselves that other species can't even think to do, sometimes."

Blink.

"Really? How do you figure?"

"I believe the phrase you use is 'coping mechanisms'? Humans can overcome the things that traumatize their minds in all kinds of ways, from what I've seen. Understand, my species has no capacity to forget except to do so permanently, by overwriting our storage. The most we can do is put other memories between the painful ones and now until the seek time is so great that it takes too long to remember conveniently. You can put things aside and process them later, or let them fade."

"Yeah, well. Sometimes it'd be nice to have your kind of recall," John says bitterly. "Trust me."

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